Liz welcomed the kiss and smiled up at him. His observation about Will tiring himself out made her laugh. "We can only hope, but I'm not holding my breath," she added playfully. She then took her husbands hand, "C'mon Uncle Monty, we've got a brunch to pack."

They found themselves in the kitchen, putting together various snacks and drinks to fit in a basket. Liz had hunted down a large picnic blanket and grabbed jackets, just in case. Will spent the entire time bouncing around the kitchen and whining about how they were taking forever. Liz tried not to laugh at him for fear that she'd only make his whining worse. It wasn't easy.